Just wanted to share something interesting. A year or so ago I had a past life reading from a psychic in Black Creek outside Courtenay, Jill Bauman. She is pretty good. She puts you in a light trance quite cleverly and before you know it, you are looking at your shoes many years ago. It really works. In that reading I discovered that my most recent (probably) past life was as a woman who was born into a newspaper family in a smallish town in the U.S. Name of Carter. My name was (ouch) Iphigenia Carter, though I wasn't called that...I forget what I told her I was called commonly, but obviously avoided the full use of my name!! I worked in my family's prosperous newspaper biz till in I guess my mid thirties (I think) and then left that to take my inheritance ahead of time, and buy a little farm where from then on I was happy looking after small animals and pigs...geese, ducks, etc. I loved my farm totally. I did lots of charitable work and volunteering in my nearby community, I forget the name of the community right now, but it was there in Google, there was lots of detail in my reading, and there was a terrible flood, a deluge, at one point, and many homes destroyed, I helped get locals into the community center where they were safe, and on the day I broke into my past, I was on my way to a wedding all dressed up in high heels and a nice beige silk outfit, and I was standing in the middle of my barnyard, fussing over one of my geese, before I got back in my car (a nice creamy beige color of a nice car, didn't really see it very clearly, so don't know year or model) and drove off to the wedding, where I observed the reception, food, music and fun. When I got home i looked up Iphigenia Carter and found her and the newspaper family, which still exists, and the paper I think has become merged with another one, but her name was there in Google and stuff. I was blown away and wrote several emails to Jill, but she doesn't actually use her email so I don't know if she ever picked them up.
Anyway, I was working my way through my Moen home study course this morning and listened to a retrieval CD and visit to the Belief system territories etc. I did as he guided, and asked for someone to retrieve who needed help but someone whose existence could be proven afterward. So I got this whole scenario, to make a long story short, I didn't guess till after the whole thing that I think the woman was a past issue of myself, but I'm not certain of course. Anyway, she was dressed in a dirty old bedsheet, once white, with a black belt tied around the waist, long straggly hair, large grey eyes, wandering around in the blackness, not realizing she was dead. Story was, she had been kidnapped from her family home (she was young, I don't know her age, Moen moved along a bit too fast for me to wait for all of her answers, but young adult) and this guy took her off to his remote cabin and used her as he wished as a slave, and on the day of her death, she stepped out of the cabin to chop wood for the stove or fire, and as she exited the doorway, he hit her in the back of the had with an axe, and she died instantly. He was making room for a new, more interesting captive.She did not realize she had been hit or had died, and when I first saw her, she was standing looking down at a chopping block with a  piece of wood on it. As Moen guided, I asked for a helper to appear, and someone called Bettina appeared dressed in a large cloak wrapped around her, blonde woman, nice looking, and she escorted this girl, whose name was Olive Beauregard, from Kentucky this all happened in, over to The Park or someplace like it, and her mother was there in a make-believe house like their house in Kentucky before she was kidnapped, and she was turned over to her family there, where she wanted to go to, she had stated, still not knowing she had died. When I followed Moen's guidance I asked her earlier what she most liked to do for enjoyment, she said singing in the church choir, I saw the lovely church she and her family attended and saw the choir there. Now afterward I decided to again go into good old Google and ask about Olive Beauregard, feeling really, really stupid and glad there was no one around to watch me doing such a dumb thing, and I typed in +Olive Beauregard+Kentucky+1951+Obituary but then I removed the obituary just to see what else came up (the year she had given me, not sure if it was the year I was seeing or the year she died or the year she was born...whatever...) and I got this great hit (lots of Beauregards in Kentucky to may total amazement) and several Olives, a common name there,  and of course there was an Olive Beauregard, I was speechless, just like before with the Iphigenia Carter name, it's totally mind blowing, and when she gave me her name, you know, she just said "Olive" and I kind of HEARD the word Beauregard separately like someone else was giving it to me. I thought, what a strange name, I felt embarrassed even doing the exercise you know?? Well, it can't be worse than Iphigenia, but anyway. Well, just wanted to share that with you, it sure is amazing...it's hard to believe, you know, that it is SO EASY!! And it actually WORKS!! Wow. Only thing is, of course, I don't really KNOW that that newspaper in Google is the paper my family owned, or if indeed there really WAS a family, or a newspaper, or my geese, or a real chopping block...OK, that's all, enough for one day...Vee
Actually, just remembered, and adding a note to this later in the day, I forgot to say how Iphigenia died. That one really was one of my own lives, for sure, and the day I died, this was how it happened. I was gray haired, wiry and tough, and I needed to move a shed that had been for years sitting useless on the wrong place on my property. I was fed up with it and decided to finally move it to a different spot where I really needed it. I got a crew together and what we did was, we got a bunch of logs and lay them down together, don't know if we tied them or what. But we got that shed up onto those logs, and bit by bit, about six of us working, we rolled those logs little by little forward till we got that shed moving along to where I wanted it. It was tricky work and very exhausting and I felt very tense and anxious of course all through it in case the shed rolled off and hurt one of us or something and the others were having forty fits but they were used to me doing these perfectly common sense, logical things that no one in their right mind would do, so they just did what I said. However, although I did not re-experience my death that day, I 'knew' that during that whole struggle to get the shed to this new spot,on this bunch of rolling logs, I took a heart attack and died right then and there that day. So that's how I died. I saw it all clearly that day at Jill Bauman's house in Black Creek. Vee

You inspired me to do two more past life regressions. Both men.

One family man early 20th century. A man very comfortable in his own skin with a pretty wife he married young, had two sons, one killed in war. Enjoyed who he was, felt like he had a real place in the world, a self-satisfied man. Sam and Sylvia...maybe.

One loner man in cabin in frontier setting, lived alone with one cow and chickens, hunted. "Pa" dead and mother dead also.  This one, really had a way of speaking very differently, very rough clothing, smoked pipe, spat in the dirt, with back country accent, did not like people around but traded some with an occasional Indian. Followed him into his afterlife and he had a nicer place to live, but much like the other after his death from fever. He just found himself there in a similar place with a woman down the road to look in after him (ostensibly to borrow "eggs") and a young helper (Eddie) to do some chores.  His former life was very difficult and dirty but he liked the land. His afterlife was a "cleaned up" version of exactly what he liked. And an easier one. Except that he felt the presence of God there, like a real presence who talked to him.

Well, interesting...I have found four men and two women so far.  I did not like the lives as women as much as I liked the lives as men....but I guess that's not surprising....considering women's roles in many past times.  Even a man with a rough life seemed to have a kind of "pride" that would carry him through tough times....

love, blink

Thanks Vee and Blink for your stories.  The detail in Vee's post is amazing and more so with Google confirmation.  And there's just a feel of authenticity in both of your regressions Blink.

My best and my appreciation,
Rob

Morning, Alysia. Thanks for your post! It's nice when people acknowledge that they understand the feeling that you are being a bit nuts when you sit down and type a strange name into Google and then the shock of confirmation when you find the name actually staring at you out of whole series of hits...I have been reading Buhlman's book on out of body travels and that is a real textbook that helps a lot, I sure would love to achieve OBE at will, but I understand this is very rare, though there are some who can do it, like Bob Monroe did. Right now I am practicing entering the vibratory state which I think Vicky wrote about, when she said her pillow was shaking a while back and some people just have a gift with this stuff. Only I would like to explore this reality while in out of body state, only I see that in writings, most times when people are out of body, and in a less dense body they can see and experience, they actually are in a different reality that matches that body, so I don't know if it is possible to explore this reality while in a lighter body. Anyway, working on that, not too much success yet but it is very interesting. Is your book out yet by the way?Vee

Hi Vee;
I'm amazed on how fast your developing your talents, you've made tremendous leap from the time you came onboard.Keep up the good work and keep us posted.
Congratulation and pul to you.

With love, Romain

Hi Vee. I noticed a fellow mystic traveler in you too! I meant to say something that Romain has already said. its hard to tell when folks benefit from participation in this board but I'm sure we wouldnt be here unless we were supposed to be here.
I used to wonder why when I went out in the street the taxi driver or the clerk would look at me funny when I told them my dreams    I forgot, theres a time and place for any conversation, for what we share here together, our secrets and hopes, our musings sometimes point to an actual destiny, or an intention we incarnated into the Earth with gets revealed if we're able to read between the lines I suppose.
reading you between the lines is a nice cool drink of refreshing water. thanks for your inspiration and giving yourself away to us.

Hello, Vee,

I stumbled across this forum in searching for a website or contact information for Jill Bauman.  I have been unable to find anything of detail on her other than this forum that came up when searching.  Per chance, may I trouble you for contact information for her or a weblink if you have it. 

What a wonderful site.  I've just taken a few minutes to quickly peruse it but intend to come back and read some more and hopefully participate with my own experiences.

Thank you kindly for your time, if you are able to assist.
Kristen

Kristen, I see that your name is not yet on the members' list (at least not under K for Kristen) so I can't send you a PM. I have her name as Gill, not Jill, in my little phone book, so not sure if it is Gillian or Jill, but anyway, if you call directory assistance at 411 (for Canada anyway) and ask for Bauman in Comox Valley residential listings,  in Black Creek, you'll get it. If you find you can't get it for some reason, you can email me at my yahoo address which is: lovewildhorses@yahoo.com and I will give it to you there. Thanks. Vee